CHAPTER 8
He had actually let me outside today. For the first time in 3 weeks I was outside. I was sat on the grass staring at the sun and enjoying the light breeze that caressed my skin. Jackson was sat on a garden table a few yards away from me sorting through some paperwork. Every now and then I could feel his eyes on me but apart from that he'd stayed away. He'd actually left me alone quite a lot. He only spoke to me when he needed answers and was only near me when he needed to look at my shoulder. The wound had healed nicely and there was no major issues. I had managed to move it quite a bit and tended to force myself to get movement back into it while I was on my own. At first Jackson was concerned once seeing me building the strength back into it and he tried to injure my other shoulder but after a few hours he gave up and explained that he didn't want me getting any ideas of escaping him. I can honestly say that I think he's losing his mind. Jackson has been on edge ever since coming here. Lisa has been on TV in tears along with my father appealing for information. Jackson had rang a couple of times and had given them a week to gather $1,000,000. A week! I am happy that it may be a week until I'm free but then again it's a rather large sum of money to collect in 7 days. He has already shown me the knife that he intends to harm me with if the money isn't in his pocket at the end of the week. The knife itself was dangerous looking but the blade was nothing compared to the look in his eyes. "Mandy, inside."
I sighed and pulled some grass from the ground. I'm not moving. I like it out here. It's peaceful. "Mandy." He warned. I still stayed on the ground and made no sign of movement. He sighed and I heard his papers move. From the corner of my eye I saw him take his work into the house before reappearing in the doorway. "Last chance. Inside. Now." My reply was a glare and I turned back around to touch the grass that surrounded me. His feet were almost silent as he made his way over to where I sat. His knees pressed against my back and I could feel his gaze on the top of my head. In one swift movement he grabbed my ponytail and pulled me up.
"Ow! Get off!" I shouted while struggling in his grip. He turned me to face him and grabbed my face with both hands.
"Stop fighting me." He hissed as I continued to scratch at his hands.
"Stop touching me then!" I screamed while kicking at his legs to try to make him let go.
"I wouldn't have to touch you if you didn't disobey me so often."
"What do you expect me to do Jack? Do you want me to thank you for kidnapping me?"
"I expect you to be grateful that I haven't taken away your pointless life! I could have killed you weeks ago!"
"I wish you had! At least I would have been away from you!" I screamed while kicking his shins. Before I knew it his forehead smashed into mine and I fell to the ground holding my head. Pain shot through my skull as I covered my face with my arms.
"Now calm down." He sighed. The pain in my head increased each time I moved my hands.
"Get the hell away from me." I muttered as he threw me over his shoulder. It felt like someone was continuously banging a drum inside my head as he walked up the stairs. I swear he added a bounce in each step just to make me hurt even more. "Ugh!" As soon as my feet touched the floor I ran into my bathroom and poured cold water over my face. My stomach was spinning so much that I felt like I was going to be sick. I collapsed against the sink and rested my face against the cold tile floor. My view was blurred and I could hear a faint whistle in my ears.
"I'll be back in a minute." He spoke softly and closed the door quietly. Oh sure, now he wants to make me feel better. It felt like hours before he returned. I would say that I wished it had been hours but I think I may have collapsed from the pain if he had taken that long.
"Wha-" He got on his knees and carefully placed my head in his lap. I felt like I was going to throw up as he moved my body.
"Shhh." He brushed away some hair from my neck and I felt his cold fingers press against my skin.
"What are you-"
"I said be quiet." That's when I felt the prick of the needle going into my skin. "It's a minor sedative. It will put you to sleep and when you wake up the headache will be gone and I hope that your attitude will have faded away too." I flinched as he picked me up from the floor and lowered me onto the bed. The last thing I saw was his blurry image sat next to me before I welcomed the soothing darkness.
[AN]
Just a filler chapter.
I'm not dead! I've just had exams and other stuff to deal with.
Review please x
I just noticed a few errors in the last chapter so, sorry for that.
Any hints on how you want it to end? Another couple of chapters and it should be finished.
